Cor blimey, you’ve hit the jackpot, ain’t you? Your noodle’s come up with a right corker of a cash-earning notion, just when Lady Luck’s decided to plant a big, sloppy kiss on your professional and public exploits. Mad as a box of frogs, it is. Then, outta nowhere, like a pigeon crapping on a statue, some mad opportunity’s gonna drop in your lap. All your social doings and whatnots will suddenly become as thrilling as a free bar at a wake, and as satisfying as telling your boss where to stick his job. And here’s a bit of a giggle for you: your lucky item is a rubber duck. Yes, you heard it right, a bloody rubber duck. Don’t ask me why, it’s written in the stars or something. Just go with it, try not to quack up.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!